The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 249

“You can always count on me. I will protect her with my life.”

He nodded once. “Thank you. It’s early night now. If you both set out, you can be in Mombana around early morning. The night journey is always the fastest with a better carriage. Go with one of the palace carriage, not the horse.”

“Your wish is our command, Your Majesty.” They’d bowed their heads and left his bedroom.**

“Yes. He sent us to come and take care of you. We don’t know how long we’re staying yet, but he requested that Chad be made your Head Guard because no one can protect you better.” Baski explained.

Danika’s mind reeled. He sent the two people so close to him…so important to him, to come stay with her and take care of her. “Who will take care of him?” She whispered.

Baski smiled and patted her shoulders, “He will be fine.” She wished, “He’s the strongest man I know.”

“And Remeta?” She forced herself to say. She misses her Remeta.

Baski’s smile dimmed, replaced by a sad look. “She misses you so so so so much, but you know this place… It holds so much nightmare for her. She wanted to see you, but…”

“But here is Mombana.” Queen Danika completed for her, “It’s alright, Baski, I understand. I miss her so much but I know we’ll see again.”

I miss him too…so much. Will we see again?

As the morning progressed, Sally and the maids were putting her bedroom in better order, two other maids ran a bath for her, and by the time she was done, Baski was in her bedroom with the herbal sauce of hot Chicken broth.

“I had to reheat it again to make it hot.” The older woman g*****d satisfyingly.

“These days, I have the feeling that you’re purposefully torturing me with this damned sauce from hell.” She grumbled.

“It’s no torture if it makes you and my wee one healthier inside there. How is my Prince holding up?”

“He has been kicking the hell out of me all morning.”

“A strong one, my boy. Come on, Swollen-belly. This drink can’t get cold again.”

Queen Danika begrudgingly walked towards her, took the drink from her, and downed the content in one swing of her hand. She gave her back the empty cup.

“Now, you’re talking.” Baski patted her in approval.

“Who’s taking care of him, Baski?” She whispered again, unable to keep the worry away. How can she stop worrying about him when he’s all she lives and breathes in her mind?

Baski shrugged, turned away from her to the table, and began mixing another herb The Queen’s concerns are also her concerns too, so she doesn’t know what to say.

Then, a thought entered Queen Danika’s mind. “Of course, he has the mistress. He told me two nights ago that he has reached a decision about her.”

She did her best not to feel the pain and jealousy, but it was hard. It was in her voice.

He will be back in the arms of his mistress. Two nights ago is a night she will never forget…

“No, actually.” Baski drew her away from her thoughts.

“Huh?”

“I mean… No, he is not with the Mistress either.”

“What do you mean?”

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Vetta was tired. Both physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Memories assailed her and threatened to eat her alive. These memories she’s been running from.

All those nights she screamed right here in this dungeon, it was her running away from those memories.

And now, she can no longer run. They filled her head.

Ràpe after rápe. Beatings after beatings. The killings… Her legs were so shredded and bruised she was a huge limp for months. Guards making fun of her…

“The Whóre Slave! It’s her, it’s the whóre again.” Laughter. “Whóre, whóre, whóre.”

She closed her ears with trembling hands. Why can’t she stop hearing their voices?

“You will kill him off! I command you.” Cone’s voice split her ear. Coza was there smiling like a mated goat.

“Over my déad body!” The sound of her own whimper made her body cringe. His disgusting release smeared her thighs and only kept dripping out of her body. She wants to cut out her own body.

“Your dead body can be arranged, you know.” He smirked. “But then, you don’t fear death, do you Whóre? Not your own death.”

She already has an idea where all the monster’s rant was head to. Where it always goes to.

“You have already killed him. You have already killed Declan.” She was crying, her voice pleading, “please, you have already killed him. Don’t make me do it too.”

That will be the turning point if she does that. No going back.

Killing Lucien’s cousin… A man he has protected with his own life over and over again. A man he loves more than anything in the world. His only living relative!?

That will be her own abyss. Her soul’s damnation. She knows this. King Cone knows this too because he smirked at her.

“Oh, but I’m already making you do it, isn’t it?” That smirk haunted her ever since. “That’s one great thing about having power, whóre. You can do anything you want. You can have anything you want. You can take anything you want.”

“Power, whóre, is everything in this world. It’s also the one thing which a thing like you can never have.” He was still smirking as he gave the command that sealed her soul to darkness.

“You’re right, he’s already dead, but you will still deliver the final blow. Kill him off, or I will send Coza to go and poison your Lucien. He will die slowly and very painfully.”

Vetta’s eyes squeezed so shut she would have burst her eyeballs if she can squeeze them further. “Go away!” She screamed at the memories.

This is what Remeta meant when she said that her nemesis will come to her in form of a person.

The child. It was all because of the child of that bástard Karandy, that is why all this is happening. If she never got pregnant with that child, she will never be in this place.

The sound of locks opening tore her mind away from the vicious claws of memories. Hands-on her ear, she stared at the metal door, watching it open.

King Lucien entered the dungeon. Suddenly, he was dominating the small confinement. The empty room no longer seemed so empty…so cold.

Their eyes met and held. Guilt filled his own. Remorse.

Resentment filled hers. And anger. And bitterness. And happiness. And that feeling she has always had for him for as long as she can remember.

“Zariel?” His calm voice betrayed the storm in his eyes.

The door opened and the guard entered. “Your Majesty.”

“Get the Mistress out.”

It was everything she wanted to hear and more. This place was driving her insane. This place holds everything she’s been running away from. The knowledge that the daughter of Cone is now the Queen of Mombana isn’t helping.

Why is the world so unfair to her?

He walked out, and she followed him. He was giving instructions to the maids to bathe her and give her as much food as she wants. He’ll be seeing her again after she’d freshened up, he’d said.

The resentment she felt for him disappeared like the wind and new thoughts resided in her damned mind. He’d forgiven her!

Suddenly, she was seeing Danika’s leaving as a great thing. It doesn’t matter if she’s Queen, it is not a problem of hers because Lucien will be hers again.

Now, it will be just the both of them again.

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But, two hours later…

“I am stripping you from being my mistress, Vetta. And from today onwards, I’m setting you free.”

Vetta stood there staring up at King Lucien. She was finding it hard to understand those words he spoke.

“W-What?” Surely, she didn’t hear him correctly. It’s those memories again tormenting her and blocking her hearings, she concluded.

But his eyes… That guilt was still there. That Remorse. And a new look too.

“Henceforth, you will no longer be a mistress to me, Vetta. I am letting you go.”